I apologize first of all for not posting much this week. Thank you followers for sticking with me here as I go crazy.
Exams are in full swing, a couple of my barns are closing and I have been running around like a mad woman. I haven't taken my camera out this week at all other than to take images of horse hair items I made last week and forgot to take pictures of then.
Here are some pictures from the recent past, since it is potluck.
WARNING: If you don't like needles, do not look at the second picture!
I got one picture of Indigo before it poured cats and dogs last week. It's dried up pretty quick so pretty much everyplace was rideable the day after, other than the gigantic lake in the lane. I do ride Indigo through it, who insists on drinking out of said lake. The story(ies) on her trying to drink puddles is for another time.
I apologize in advance for those who are squeamish. Be glad I did not show the after pictures, there was blood involved. My friend Keri got her belly button re-pierced. Only this time she got it inverse, which means the ring is on the bottom of her navel, instead of the top like normal. She had the top done before but it got a cyst on it and she took it out. Navel piercings take a long time to heal no matter what. You are always moving around and breaking scar tissue. Mine took over 10 months to heal completely and that was 6 years ago and then a bit.
This is the gigantic GM building across the Detroit river just at sunset. I love going down riverside in the city. It's lovely and theres great running/bike/rollerblading pathes my friends and I like to go down a few times a week. Unfortunately after spending an hour or more down there I end up really sick the same night (as mentioned about the last East Indian wedding I did with Indigo). I went to the allergist and along with a few other things such as dry mould, dust and tree pollen, I am very much allergic to pollution. It makes sense when I go down riverside and get sick because theres big factories right across the river in Detroit, belching out black smoke and other pollutants. I guess I can officially say now I am allergic to the city.
Last but not least (mostly because the internet rots out here in the arse crack of the world and it's taking me 15 minutes a picture to upload) we have my mom and dad riding their iron horse. This ride is particularly special, not only because I successfully managed to run across a parking lot in high heels and not break my neck to get this image, but because they are giving their best friend his last motorcycle ride. My dad's best friend, Big Eddy passed away the other week. He was kind of like an uncle to me. It was a sudden and heart wrenching death. Last minute my mum and dad got together a bunch of motorcycles from their motorcycle club and drove him back home on the bike. Something, along with drawing amazingly well and entertaining every kid within his vicinity, he always loved to do.